Nighty Night (Chapter 3)A Chapter by Crutchcorn
After passing out, John's past has come to haunt him. After he wakes up, he hears Dalton talking about a plan. What is the plan? Why did this happen to John?
“You’re not going and that's final!” I yelled “Why not?” She asked "Because I'm your parent and I said so!" "I wasn't asking you! I was letting you know that I was going whether or not you say it’s ok! Mom would have let me!" I was appalled. "GO TO YOUR ROOM!" She stormed off towards her room. Man, you would think that she would act better than this, running off with her friends to some concert and not even telling me until last minute I thought to myself. About half an hour passed. Well now that I think about it it's not the worse thing that could happen, it might even help her. I figured that I would go and apologize, lay out some ground rules, and tell her that she could go. I tried the door, locked with the music blasting, as usually. Luckily I had a key hidden for these occasions. I walked over to my dresser were the picture of Janis was. Why does it have to be so hard without you? I was talking about life not just parenting. Why did you have to go? I opened a drawer, fumbled around for a while, then pulled out a key. I walked back to her room and opened the door only to find the room empty. I was furious. I called her cell. She picked up “Hello?” “YOU LEFT EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU NOT TO!” “Oh crap” “CRAP'S RIGHT YOUNG LADY!” “Do you want me to come home?” “DON’T EVEN BOTHER I'M COMING TO GET YOU!” I hung up, and got in the car. To furious to put on my seat belt I raced down the road towards the stadium. My speedometer never dipped below 80, rain bombarded my windshield. She’s dead if I get there and she’s already left. A yellow light up ahead told me to slow down. Thinking I could make it on time and turn I sped up. The light turned red a little bit before I reached it. I slammed on the breaks. Not having enough time or traction I slammed at the wall at full speed, the car tilted forward do to the force and I flew out of the car, strait through the windshield and hit my head on the wall.
I woke with a start. I wanted to start crying, but my heavy breathing wouldn't allow me to. A sound, ripping through the silence, caught my attention. I was a voice, a familiar one, Dalton. I sat up trying to hear what he was saying. ”This can’t be happening; I’m supposed to be the only one. Plus why did he show up after a car crash? It has to be a coincidence, it just has to be!” I could here the worry in his voice. “Just stick to the plan and everything will work out. I can’t afford to get all soft just because he has my ‘ability’. I have to do what I must.” My mind was racing. Ability? Plan? What was he talking about? And who was he talking to? The sound of Dalton coming back to sleep brought my attention back to the present I quickly laid back down. I could hear Dalton fumbling with his sleeping bag at the other end of the room. Thinking about all that I had heard that night, I drifted off to sleep.
Usually I wake up to some Journey or Air Supply, get up from my Tempur-Pedic, kiss my wife, take a shower, then head downstairs for a cup of coffee. Waking up from just sleeping on the floor, barely any blankets, after passing out, with only a crazy deranged guy to keep you company doesn't exactly have the words “Good day” written on them. It doesn't exactly help either if that one deranged guy is standing over you when you wake up. That sight made me jump off the floor, literally. “Um, what do you think you’re doing?” I said, feeling like I just had a heart attack. “Waking you up.” he said calmly “Look, I know that we don't really know each other, and I don't know the way things work around here but do you think you could do me a favor?” I said, faking a smile. “Of course.” He said, returning the fake smile. “CAN YOU NEVER DO THAT AGAIN?!” I said, kicking him off of me. He laughed as he fell to the ground. “Whoa! Hey there, I’m only tying to wake you up. Once I meet a guy that would only wake up if I jumped and threw water on him!” I gave him a smug look. “Alright, what are we doing today?” “Hmm... How about saving the world and going on an adventure?”
© 2012 Crutchcorn
Fair Oaks, CA
AboutOk, well I'm a 13 year old guy and my real name is Corbin Crutchley. I have PLENTY of book ideas, I'm writing about 10 - 20 books. If theres anything you want to know about me just ask. I'm always up .. more..